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AN: I can't promise I'll update consistently, but I'm determined that one way or another, I will finish this story. Whether you think it's good is a completely different matter.
The alley was dark and smelled strongly of unidentifiable odors that were probably best left unknown. It was one of those places usually reserved for the shadiest of characters that swarmed areas similar to these like moths to a flame, but today, it was unusually empty. Grime and graffiti covered almost every visible surface and piles of foul smelling garbage littered the floor. Even in broad daylight, the alley was still a gloomy place.
The young woman who had just appeared in the midst of all this gloom wrinkled her nose in disgust at her less than hospitable surroundings. If someone hadn't called her here, she wouldn't have even set a foot in this dump. But she couldn't understand why Sam would be summoning her after they had spoken less than two hours ago. At least she thought it was Sam. She was pretty sure it was Sam.
Plenty of people tried to summon Ruby, thinking that they could trick the demon into showing up. She ignored most of the rituals, knowing that the perpetrator was probably going to kill her if she did show. So she had Sam use an extremely obscure summoning ritual whenever he needed to call her, sort of like a personalized ringtone for certain callers. But she didn't always show up for him either.
The reasoning that it must have been a dire emergency for Sam to call after such a short time was what brought Ruby to this filthy dumpster of an alley. "This better be good," Ruby thought irritably, while attempting to extract her left shoe from a pile of stinking gunk she seemed to have stepped in upon appearing in the alley.
Sighing, she made to scrape the muck off her shoe onto the wall and then looked up, remembering that the entire alley was practically coated in the unknown substance. It would probably be easier just to keep going for now and then burn the shoes later. She trudged forward while skirting around the puddles of sludge, making a face each time she heard the squelch of her foot impacting the sticky ground. What in the world was Sam doing in a dump like this?
"Sam?" Ruby called uncertainly, before realizing that if Sam was in trouble he might not be able to answer her. None of this made any sense, but she quickened her stride, still doing her best to avoid the pools of gunk.
A sudden noise made her freeze and then she whipped around, trying to find the perpetrator. She saw nothing though, but her paranoia was beginning to rise. Ruby turned back around and groaned, realizing that she had stepped in particularly large and deep puddle of goo. Grimacing, she tried to shake of her feelings of disgust and raised her foot. For a second, it seemed as though the slime wasn't going to let her shoe go but she managed to remove her foot with a loud squelching sound and then did the same with the other foot.
She was able to get herself a few steps further, before her shoes stuck completely. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to get her feet to move any farther. So she changed tactics and began scraping the gunk off the floor with her shoe. Hopefully she could clear a path and that might make walking a little easier. She scraped away at the muck until she finally reached the graffiti covered concrete underneath. She looked down at the tiny circle of concrete she was standing in, looked up to see even more sludge in front of her, and looked down again at the graffiti covered concrete, shock coursing through her system.
That wasn't graffiti. Using her foot, she pushed aside more layers of gunk, revealing more spray-painted lines on the concrete. Ruby scratched off a little more grime, groaning when her suspicions were confirmed. "Damn it," she hissed. The lines were crossed forming a pentagram which was enclosed by a circle, with various symbols painted in the spaces. She was standing in a devil's trap.
"Well that was a very stupid move there, bitch," a familiar voice behind her said.
Ruby turned around and saw Dean Winchester, looking like he always did with a cocky smirk forming on his face, leaning against the wall of the alley, the filth having vanished mysteriously.
"I wasn't expecting it to be this easy. I mean, I wasn't sure if you were even going to turn up. And then I had to draw about eight devil's traps around here just in case, but you strolled right into the very first one," Dean chortled.
"Dean," Ruby said as calmly as she could manage though her heart was racing at what might happen next, "what the hell do you want?"
"Just, I don't know, maybe your intestines on a barbeque fork. That should do the trick nicely," Dean said as he straightened and walked closer to Ruby.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Dean. Just cause your Alastair's favorite doesn't mean I can't kill you. I'm older than you and I can gut you like a fish," Ruby snarled angrily.
"Well," Dean began, grinning in way that he knew would get on Ruby's nerves, "thankfully, you're not me. Which all in all is a huge relief since who'd want to live as a lying skank? I also know you don't have your special little knife with you right now. My guess is that you left it with Sam since you need your precious cargo to be able to defend himself when his Wonder Girl powers fizzle out unexpectedly. One thing that you were right about was Sam. That kid's a fucking time bomb. Give him enough juice and he could probably ice an entire army of demons. Problem is, is that if that "juice" is hard to obtain or the matter of obtaining it just so happens to go against certain morals of his, then that could be a problem."
Ruby's eyes widened. She didn't expect anyone else, much less Dean, to know about the demon blood. How did he find out?
"The thing is," Dean continued, "Sam was given Hell's ultimate weapon. But instead of helping us out, he just turned around and started blasting us with it. Bit of an inconvenience, but we intend to fix that."
"And how the hell do you plan to do that?" Ruby asked scathingly. Sam was stubborn as hell. His blood addiction was growing by the day, but he was still adamant about using his powers for "good." And Ruby was pretending to be supportive, telling Sam that he should develop his powers to fight evil instead. And her plan was going along nicely until Dean fucking Winchester decided to join the party.
"All that blood is poisoning him, Ruby. It won't be long before he cracks completely. And when that happens, we'll be there with a very generous offer for him," Dean replied carelessly.
Ruby frowned since Hell's plan was uncannily similar to her own. Supply Sam with demon blood until he couldn't think straight, convince him that he's doing the right thing, and wait for him to go dark side. In fact, if you read between the lines, it was the exact same plan as the desired outcome was the same. Pop Lucifer out of the box by breaking all the Seals. But Lilith just so happened to be the Final Seal and only two demons knew that. Lilith herself and Ruby. She supposed that most of the big dogs in Hell would be let in on the plan as Lilith's execution date grew closer and closer.
The most frustrating thing was that even though she was technically on Hell's side, she was still considered a fugitive. All the other demons considered her a traitor thinking that she was helping Sam hone his powers so he could kill Lilith and stop the Apocalypse. But they were only partially right as she was only helping Sam hone his powers so that he could kill Lilith and start the Apocalypse. But now Dean Winchester had caught her with a devil's trap and her future wasn't looking too pretty.
"Well, it seems like you have everything figured out so what do you want with me then?" Ruby asked in a disdainful voice. "What are you going to do now, turn me in to the big guys?"
"Wrong, try again," Dean said, grinning. "But you're going to wish I had. Because you don't get to be Alastair's favorite just by sitting there and looking pretty. You have to work for it. And I've got something real special planned just for you."
Dean slowly pulled out a syringe from his back pocket which was filled with a clear colorless liquid. Holy water. Without warning, he plunged the needle in to Ruby's neck and watched as she began to writhe and scream.
The last thing Ruby saw was Dean Winchester leering at her, his face stretched into an almost inhuman grin, before it all went dark.
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